So, back before I got my account, when I was anonymous, I went through this time when i really really liked crossovers. This is from that time. Hey, I like Bones, I Like House...It was simple logic, si? Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Don't own either. Y'all should know that by now.

Chapter One: And they're off!

Temperance Brennan leaned over the remains spread-eagled on her examination table, completely enthralled in her work. "Hm…" She murmured. "Male, 40-45, Hispanic, I'd say."

Her best friend, Angela Montenegro pulled a pencil from behind her ear. "Do you want me to do a facial reconstruction?" She asked eagerly. Things had been slow lately. Brennan's partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth hadn't had a case for them in a while and Angela was sick of doing little things. Brennan had occupied her time by identifying bodies from limbo, which is what they were doing now.

Brennan straightened up, brushing her auburn hair from her determined green eyes. "No, Ange, it's ok."

Angela sighed grumpily and sat down on a chair. Across the platform, she could see Zach Addy, Brennan's former grad student and now full anthropologist and Jack Hodgins, the love of her life, playing a very mature game of paper football.

"Hodgins, I don't understand. There is no way that this football design will fly anywhere remotely close to my fingers." Zach complained, reluctantly holding up his fingers in a touchdown symbol. "Trajectory is all off. It's not going to…" He was cut off as Hodgins propelled the paper triangle right between Zach's fingers. Zach stared in awe.

Hodgins grinned. "It's all in the flick, baby."

Angela returned her attention to her best friend, who was scrolling through a list of missing people on a computer. All of a sudden, Brennan straightened up and announced, to no one in particular. "I'm bored."

Hodgins dropped the paper triangle he was holding. "What? The great Dr. Brennan is bored?" Zach flicked his own paper triangle and it hit Hodgins in the face. "Ow!" The entomologist spun on his younger friend, who's expression of triumph had changed to suddenly terrified.

Brennan glared at him. "I wish Booth would show up with something more exciting than a body from limbo." She suddenly realized what she had said. "I think I just wished someone would get murdered. Was that bad?"

"It's ok, Sweetie." Angela said. "I totally get it. Bored out of my skull over here." She glanced at the skull Brennan was holding. "No pun intended. It's been boring without our personal hunk of FBI man meat." Angela sighed. "It's like my favorite soap opera has been canceled." Hodgins laughed, understanding what Angela meant.

Brennan frowned, head swiveling from Angela to Hodgins. "I don't know what that means."

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Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI parked his car in front of the Jeffersonian institute. He grabbed the file off his passenger seat and marched up to the doors. The security guard, who by now was so used to seeing him that Booth could have sneaked in with a bomb strapped to his chest and he probably wouldn't have noticed, held the door open without a second glance. Booth was excited. He hadn't seen his partner in about a week and he missed her. He missed her a lot. He hadn't realized just how much until he walked into the air conditioned lab and saw her talking to Angela, waving a skull about in an annoyed fashion. He grinned despite of himself and quickened his pace, anxious to hear her voice again.

Brennan saw him first. "Booth!" She cried happily, a genuine smile lighting up her features.

Booth grinned back. "Hey, Bones." He said affectionately. He nodded around at the other members of the squint squad. "Hey, Hodgins, Zach, Angela."

"Hey, Booth, we were just talking about you." Angela said with a smile.

Booth looked surprised. "What? Really? What were you saying?"

"Nothing." Angela said airily, a devious grin on her face. Sure, she flirted with the sexy FBI agent. She would admit it gladly. However, Angela would never go beyond light flirting. She could never do that to Brennan, or to Booth. Besides, she had Hodgins.

Booth shrugged. He turned back to his partner. "Well, I've got a case for you guys. Some guy was admitted to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in Princeton, New Jersey babbling about bones in the woods. Well, someone took him seriously and went to check. Sure enough…" He let his thoughts trail off, noticing he had the full attention of an extremely excited squint squad. Bones stripped off her gloves and put her hands on her hips. "So? Where are they?"

Booth looked at her like she was crazy. "New Jersey, Bones. I just said that."

"New…" Brennan's eyes suddenly lit with the fire of understanding. "No! Oh, no, I don't care that I just said I wished you'd come with a case, I am not going to New Jersey! Why can't they just send them here?"

Booth rolled his eyes. He'd been expecting this. "Look, Bones, they won't release them and I…" He stopped, and grinned. "You wished I would come with a case?"

Brennan opened and closed her mouth several times. "N-No! Well, I mean, yes, um…I guess…Well, I was bored, and I hadn't seen you in a while and, um…" Brennan motioned wordlessly. Booth's grin got wider. He clapped his hands together.

"Well, you're going to be seeing a lot of me in the next few days. Pack your bags, Bones. We're going to New Jersey."

To New Brunswick! Actually, to New Jersey, but if anyone's ever seen 1776: The Musical, you know why I like New Brunswick! :) Please Review!

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